DOWN THE YEARS

Sol Invictus / Wakeford

Rulers rule, foolers fool
How easily the flock is steered
By hands so fine, cruel and kind
Hands that lead us down the years

The power of gold, or even God above
Awash in blood, in history mud
Assassins' bullets and martyrs' spears
Slaying and praying down the years

Sex and money like birds of prey
Wait for the betrayer and the betrayed
Time's lovers gulp from poisoned cups
The lying and plotting got too much
Your paper heroes will turn to dust
Like our knights in armour turn to rust
Hang the scapegoat, hear the masses cheer
Their stupid laughter, an anthem down the years